The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1887-03-10
heavenly church, as we used to sit beside
them in the earthly church. and then we will
drink new wine in our fathers kingdom.
Behold the saints, beloved Of God,
Washed arc their robes in Jesus blood;

them in the earthly church. and then we will
drink new wine in our fathers kingdom.
Behold the saints, beloved Of Cod,
Washed arc their robes in Jesus blood;
Brighter than angels, lol they shine,
Their giories splendid and sublime.
remark again: This scene is tender today
because it is a confessional. You and 1 re-
member the time when if man had charged
us with anything like imperfection or wrong
doing, we would have thrown ourselves back
On our honor and said You don't kno7z
who you are talking to. Ishall resent such on
insult to my honor and integrity" We do not
feel that way to-day. As we gaze upon the sac
riffcc of Christ and think Of what we have been
and what have done, our hearts melt
within US. We see one dying accursed for
our sin, and we hear him IN his dying words
begging for our service. and yet how little
service we have rendered. OF this short life
We have begrudged God even a fragment.
Alas! alas, Some of Us have lived out the
most of our days, aud yet we have rendered
to God no earnest service, Sad, that we could
have SO maltreated him whom all our
hopes depend. Oh, my brethren and sisters
in Christ, to-day join hands with me in
confession before Christi If there be
any place more humble than another, let US
take 1t. If there be any prayer more i'm
Fortunate than another, let us breathe it, If
there be any confession more bitter than an
other, let US weep it out.
Well might the sun in darkness hide
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker died
For man, the creatures sin.
Once more: This is tender and absorb
ing scene because it is anticipative. My
brethren, we are not always going to stay
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vestibule of the church in which, at last, we
expect to enter. After awhile our names will
be taken off the church books, or there will
be mark in the margin to indicate that we
have gone up to a better church and to
higher communion. Our father is not going
to let his children remain in the dust. The
grave is no place for US to stay in. "The
trumpet shall sound and the dead
shall RISE" The Lord shall descend
from heaven with a shout and the
voice of the archangel and we shall rise.
The white robe in which they put us to our
last slulnber here must get winter. Oh, the
reunion of patriarchs, and apostles, and
prophets, and of all our glorified kindred,
and of that "great multitude that no man cad
numberl" Our sorrows over; our Journey
ended. 1t will be as when kings banquet
And, just as the snow of winter melts and
the fields will brighten in the glorious spring
| time, so it will be with al these cold sorrows
of earth; they shall be melted away at laat
| before the warm sunshine of heaven.
While l present these thoughts this morn
ing does it not seem that heaven comes very
near to US, though our friends, whom we
thought great way off, are not in the dis
tance, but close by? You have sometimes
come down to river at nightfall, and you
have been surprised how easily you
You shouted over to the other side
of the river and they shouted back
1t is said that when George Whitefield
preached in Third street, Philadelphia, one
evening time, his voice was heard clear across
to the New Jersey shore. When l was a lit
| tie while chaplain in the army l remember
how at eventide we could easily hear the
| voices of the piczets across the Potomac, Just
when they were using ordinary tones. And
as We come to-day and stand by the river of
Jordan that divides US from our friends who
are gone, it seems to me we stand on one
bank and they stand on the other; and it is
| only a narrow stream, and our voices go
and their voices come. Hark! Hushl hear
distinctly what they say: "These are they
who come out of great tribulations, and had
their robes washed and made white in the
blood of the Lamb" Still the voice comes
across the waters, and l hear: "We hunger
no more, we thirst no more, neither shall the
sun light on US, nor any heat, for the Lamb
which is in the midst of the throne leads us to
| living fountains of water, and God wipeth
away all tears from our eyes"